Из альбома: A Spell for the Death of Man
Please grant me this one wish: This skin will never burn
Let the bones collapse like every body must but let the form escape the ravage
that come
A guarantee of every interaction
Necessity, perhaps, of this human complication
This world breed pain and suffering
I fear this dedication
Await the day my name is changed to meaningless distraction
Perhaps we’ve seen too much
Perhaps we’ve gone too far
Perhaps we’ve seen too much
Perhaps we’ve gone too far
A first against the collective hopes of man
One crushing blow for every glorious stance
If hope is truth, failure is fact
Despite our dreams, conflict is true contact
Wait for the day when my name becomes a curse upon your lips
It will dig into my core and haunt me as I walk, a ghost upon this Earth
A voice still lingers when I wake
The promise is loss
The shallow mind of man is still animal at its core and he is unable to control
it, no matter how much 'knowledge' he tells himself he possesses!
I see no civilization
No triumph of the will, for strife is all man seeds
A tree of hate that flower not but on our pain it feeds
Compassion feigned by selfishness, command all life to bleed
This body aches from all it’s seen but a force is strong within